I went through a very aggressive sub-phase within my longstanding hip hop chapter, in which I was very obsessed with DMX. What this meant was that I not only dressed as similar to him as my mum allowed (she really allowed a lot more than I thought she would), but I began to rap and talk like him. Me, a 10 year-old with a Nigerian accent. So I was more a puppy learning to growl weeks after being born, than anything else.
I regret nothing about this. Absolutely nothing. It was what led me to the Tribe — A Tribe Called Quest. Growing up in 90s/ early 00s Lagos, Nigeria, meant that I wasn’t convinced by the internet yet, my mobile phone had a whopping total of three numbers (mum, dad and Junior, the only other person I knew with a mobile phone), and apart from my dogs, music and film were all I had to keep me sane. I needed electricity to watch movies so really music was my main source of sanity when the power was out, which was most days. And a man with a wheelbarrow wielding hundreds of bootlegged CDs and a boombox blaring the latest hip hop jams was the bridge between boredom and excitement for me. My connect. It was through this man that I discovered A Tribe Called Quest and my life was changed for forever.
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